Johnny Nock, the auctioneer, gold… Spread about him great good cheer… Familiar sight on district roads -… As men, perched high on harvest la… For not a man had ill to speak of…

‘Yer honor, please!’ the prisoner… ‘It isn’t wot you think. To look on wine when it is red Or alco’olic drink Is not among me little ways.

To gild refined gold, or to paint… Or seek by other means to overstre… As Shakespeare has it, is not mer… But ‘wasteful and ridiculous exces… Yes, men still try it, for no othe…

A city clerk was Henry Brown, Whose suburb knew nor tram nor tra… And ev’ry morn he walked to town. From nine till five, with busy bra… He labored in an office dim.

Surely must you know me, Friendly and content; All my actions show me Freely confident; With my band of toilers,

The thing’s all wrong (I sez to '… Now look, there’s this '€˜ere Mon… Comes before Christmas. Be a tof… An’ lest us '€˜ave the Monday off… ‘€˜E '€˜ums an’ '€˜ars. An’ then…

When muddled mentors take the stag… To gird against our erring, They simulate an awful rage, They funk the task and straight en… A palpable red-herring.

‘Alas!’ said the devil, said he to… And his swart face drooped with ca… ‘Life is a liar, a cheat,’ said he 'And the end of it all - despair. Why mourn you here, poor pawn of t…

Sweet, think how much the better i… If you thro’ life should thus pres… It really doesn’t matter much to m… But don’t you think you owe the wo… And don’t you think that thro’ som…

I saw him stand, a Polar man, Cold anger in his frigid eye, Facing it wild, unruly clan Who poised their fiery shafts on h… Strangely, his very coldness fed

I’ve never had much truck with kin… (Said old George Jones). For al… My lot’s been cast 'mid common thn… My path has run by humble ways. Tho’ I have live my life in what

Sou’ sou’ east, with the course se… Heave ho, me hearties! On the Geelong road we’re cruisin… Seven tars with ne’er a care Heave ho, me hearties!

‘This Cen-TEEN-ary,’ sez ‘e Sez I, ’You’ll pardon me.’ (Perlite, like that, first off, an… ‘You’ll pardon me, I’m sure,’ I sez: 'but, speakin’ pure,

Because some unimportant man In politics talks loud and high, Or some wild, economic plan To lift depression takes his eye, The apathetic citizen

I suspect the Kookaburra, For his methods are not thorough In his highly-praised campaign aga… And the small birds, one and all, Curse him for a cannibal